First Day of April
FIRST DAY OF ARRIL
The ground still crunches ‘neath my step
Yet this mild sense of renewal
Eyes still overcast
dirty snow
rotting leaves
that endless roof of gray clouds
Yet this mild sense of renewal
The calendar’s 24th day
strikes a Sunday short sleeve warmth
Easter!
Yet this lingering fact of winter
Discouraging
But the wide mild whiff
thought of spring
overrides EVERYTHING!
And I am born once again
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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